letra de rick ross - detwan love
[intro: detwan love]
hmm
(big drice on the beat, yeah)
yeah
f-ck
hey, what we on, e?
aight
ooh
[chorus: detwan love]
man, i just woke up from the dead, i’m still activated
mama did it by herself, that’s my motivation
i’ll take one of these n-ggas from the rotation
ayy, what it cost to be the boss? i’ll pay the cost
bleu belaire in my hand, i feel like rick ross
i ain’t’ playin’, you want my time, you gotta know it cost
all i wanna do is win, i keep takin’ losses
b-tch turn me off, i ain’t gon’ lie, she make my d-ck soft
i don’t, i don’t want no trackhawk, i don’t know how to work the traction
n-ggas’d sell they whole life for attraction
i pray to god every day that he stop doin’ subtraction, yeah
[verse 1: detwan love]
my old hoes see me comin’ up, i know they can’t stand it
oh, b-tch, you actin’ funny now ’cause you just got back from miami?
they put her stomach in her ass, let me try it out
i don’t give a f-ck what club we at, the bar, i’ll buy it out
i don’t want no lil’ sh-t, b-tch, i want it all
can’t shop for myself, somebody do it, ’cause i’ll buy it all
shut the f-ck up when i’m countin’ money, b-tch, don’t talk at all
i told this b-tch you look better mouth closed, don’t talk at all
[chorus: detwan love]
man, i just woke up from the dead, i’m still activated
mama did it by herself, that’s my motivation
i’ll take one of these n-ggas from the rotation
ayy, what it cost to be the boss? i’ll pay the cost
bleu belaire in my hand, i feel like rick ross
i ain’t’ playin’, you want my time, you gotta know it cost
all i wanna do is win, i keep takin’ losses
b-tch turn me off, i ain’t gon’ lie, she make my d-ck soft
i don’t, i don’t want no trackhawk, i don’t know how to work the traction
n-ggas’d sell they whole life for attraction
i pray to god every day that he stop doin’ subtraction, yeah
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
chop hit him in his waistline and turn him to a fraction
they closed gm and locked rio up, so i’m the new attraction
i try not to think of granddad, he was my satisfaction
so makin’ money and catchin’ n-ggas lackin’ is my new distraction
was takin’ other n-ggas’ sh-t because i didn’t have it
caught a n-gga takin’ out the trash and then i double-bagged him
got b-tches hangin’ out the window while i’m turnin’ off the traction
i been drinkin’ drank for three days straight, done turned into a habit
now i’m droppin’ more fours than joe mcfashion
he turned twenty-one and got his cpl, i guess his ass a savage
my teacher asked what happened to lil e? i guess his ass a rapper
the sh-t i make off an ep is d-mn near they salary
don’t believe me? i can show your ass them ‘tube checks
finna gather all my haters and put ’em in a group text
i might be the turntest young rapper without a blue check
he was leavin’ church with a blazer, switch turned it to a crewneck
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